I've met certain persons who "worked" at the aledged Test Site out here who will swear, on a bible and a fifth, that all that "nukyilar bombs" is a big hoax and that the top Brass spend the budget on hookers and blow here in Sin C.
But then; how do you explain that radioactive Elvis clone roaming the desert wastes preying on unwary tourists?
Tom, you seem to be a near complete fuckin' tool.
"When the the inescapable truth of the lie permeates your every thought, then you are fully brain-jacked by the agents of the Contunuous Conspiracy conspiracy and may be irrevocably mentally comprimised."